The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.

I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.

I barely noticed loneliness anymore; it was my normal condition, by necessity if not by nature.

And I realized a wondrous truth: that knowledge could be our treasure, that there were things humankind knew that we did not, that our conquest need not comprise taking and killing, but could consist of our mutual conquest of ignorance and distrust.

Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

My own survival required me to counterbalance interesting with invisible.